She sat in the corner and didn't raise her hand to ask questions just now. When she heard Mr. Tang's words, she stood up with a shy expression, lowered her head slightly, as if she was a little inferior.

In fact, she is a top student in the music department second only to Mo Liusu.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up with Mo Liusu.

The School of Arts at Dongyang University has three departments in total. Unlike other art universities, piano is an independent department, and here is just a major.

In recent years, because of Mo Liusu, Dongyang University has forced the piano geniuses from several other major art universities to rub their way to death, which has offended some people very much.

Even the Magic City Conservatory of Music has specially dug up several top piano geniuses from Europe to prepare to compete with Mo Liusu.

This large classroom was originally from the music department, with piano being standard, and other instruments were available in the next room, so it was no problem to form a symphony orchestra.

Wei Qinghuan bowed to Su Mu a little timidly:

"professor."

Su Mu smiled and said:

"Play a song that you are best at."

Wei Qinghuan bowed to Su Mu again, then walked to the piano aside and sat down.

As soon as she sat down, her aura seemed to change.

The classroom was quiet.

The cheerful piano sounded.

Wei Qinghuan's hands were beating rapidly on the piano keys, and she seemed very devoted.

Some relief and recognition appeared on the faces of Mr. Tang and others, but the slight regret in their eyes could not be concealed.

Su Mu couldn't help but smile.

This girl named Wei Qinghuan is actually not as talented as Xiao Liusu.

However, she is indeed a little inferior.

This led to her piano skills, which can only be described in four words.

Average.

It can't be said that it's not good.

However, there is always a little regret.

It's the feeling of following the script.

To put it bluntly, there is a lack of emotion.

It's like a photocopier.

A true artist must have a soul.

The song ends.

Wei Qinghuan quietly stood up, turned around and found Su Mu standing beside her. She was so embarrassed that her face flushed with shame. She lowered her head and wanted to bow again, ready to retreat.

But Su Mu stopped her, then sat in front of the piano, looked up and smiled gently at Wei Qinghuan, and patted the seat beside him:

"Come next to me."

Wei Qinghuan was immediately at a loss and blushed to escape, but he didn't dare to move.

After hesitating for a long time, she sat next to Su Mu like a frightened bird.

Su Mu smiled lightly:

"Can I look at your hands?"

Wei Qinghuan was frightened like a deer and subconsciously wanted to escape.

But he still mustered up his courage and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The white and slender fingers are indeed suitable for playing the piano.

Su Mu actually grabbed her hand:

"I will only teach you once."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and his whole body seemed to have changed.

An inexplicable temperament enveloped him.

One hand is like an elf, jumping on the keys gracefully.

Everyone gasped.

Blind bullet?

One-handed?

A song can make perfect, and you can naturally play blindly.

But fuck...one-handed?

How fast does this work?

It is a piano piece that Wei Qinghuan had just played.

Everyone is a professional, and he is confused.

Including Mr. Tang.

Different from before.

It's even different from any time I hear this song.

The cheerful notes instantly entered everyone present's ears, and then exploded with a bang.

Hit the soul directly.
Chapter completed!